The sea is red<\/p>\n
the whales are dead<\/p>\n
and a little boy stands there<\/p>\n
an islander<\/p>\n
what does he think<\/p>\n
how can he think<\/p>\n
or care<\/p>\n
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joyful pods of pilot whales<\/p>\n
the ocean was their soul<\/p>\n
the Faroe Islands grind was on<\/p>\n
that how they lost control<\/p>\n
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butchered complete families<\/p>\n
torn to shreds, their pain<\/p>\n
their blood soaked flesh<\/p>\n
so obvious<\/p>\n
to the locals half insane<\/p>\n
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I say half these marauders<\/p>\n
plundering away<\/p>\n
slicing chunks off living souls<\/p>\n
how is this okay?<\/p>\n
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how is this acceptable<\/p>\n
in this day and age<\/p>\n
this egregious terror<\/p>\n
this larceny, this rage<\/p>\n
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how can sentient humans<\/p>\n
ever stoop so low<\/p>\n
to slaughter tiny babies<\/p>\n
that never now will grow<\/p>\n
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and do it front of their parents<\/p>\n
its a fearsome fright<\/p>\n
an emotional disaster<\/p>\n
that turns a day to night
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thrashing in the salty sea<\/p>\n
blood spurting to the sky<\/p>\n
exposing all their organs<\/p>\n
still beating as they die<\/p>\n
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mothers seeing children<\/p>\n
slaughtered torn apart<\/p>\n
mothers seeing fathers<\/p>\n
and uncle’s as they part<\/p>\n
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this world all torn a’sunder<\/p>\n
by the brutality of man<\/p>\n
who doesn’t need to do this<\/p>\n
whose souls gone down the pan<\/p>\n
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whose evil and whose culture<\/p>\n
describes the suffering they<\/p>\n
eke out on the innocent<\/p>\n
at a \u00a0price too high to pay<\/p>\n
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The Faroe Islands sicken me<\/p>\n
directly to my core<\/p>\n
they are a boorish bunch of slobs<\/p>\n
feasting on the gore<\/p>\n
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each one tearing cutting slashing<\/p>\n
violence \u00a0dark and depraved<\/p>\n
the sea is red<\/p>\n
the whales are dead<\/p>\n
not one of them was saved<\/p>\n
y<\/p>\n
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The sea is red the whales are dead and a little boy stands there an islander what does he think how can he think or care joyful pods of pilot whales the ocean was their soul the Faroe Islands … Continue reading